My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.
Our soul is cast into a body where it finds number time dimension. Thereupon it reasons and calls this nature necessity and can believe nothing else.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Justice and truth are too such subtle points that our tools are too blunt to...
One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth it at least...
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
